There´s a wind on the eastern side Ghost gums dance in the moonlit night Mopoke mourns the racketeers The bosses they can sense your mood All in place to a hand that rules
They all want to deal you out
I can see the outside world Everything´s inviting in the outside world Leaving all my problems in the outside world
It´s the summer of another year A little world weary a little more to fear Hold those cards tight to your chest Maybe someday you could be a man Living quietly in a caravan Not the Lismore road tonight